In the summer of 69 I worked a 4-12 shift that sometimes went beyond midnight. I remember the break room and my sometimes lonely vigil catching a bit of Jack Drees and an awful Sox team on the overhead TV. All this while the "miracle of Addison Street" was playing itself out to its tragic conclusion. The next season made the 69 team look like a pennant contender. I've hung in there since 1957 through thick and thin and thinner.